As the peak of the spiritual cultivation and the top master of the half-step Dan Jin, Zuo Qingcang deeply understood what it means to kill a great master of Dan Jin.

It means unfathomable power and extraordinary power.

There is no doubt that Lin Chong has already stood at the top of the Yanhuang martial arts world, and is on par with the leaders of the hidden sects such as Lu Guichen, Xiao Shitong, and Chen Hanzhou.

In his twenties, Zuo Qingcang could not find any other adjectives to achieve such a feat, except for unprecedented success and unprecedented shocking past and present.

Zuo Qingcang seemed to have seen another martial saint in the country rising slowly, and he was younger than Du Huaizhen in the past.

Based on Lin Chong's brilliant record and the speed of realm improvement, Zuo Qingcang has reason to believe that it is not difficult to become the Gangjin Martial Saint as long as he is given enough time.

While shocked, Zuo Qingcang felt honored.

Because he didn't follow the wrong person.

The more Lin Chong is, the more he proves that his original choice was extremely correct.

Pang Jun was also very shocked, so he was silent for a long time, digesting the news provided by Zuo Qingcang.

After a while, Pang Jun asked again: "How is the rest of the place? Is the attack over? How is the casualties?"

"A total of five places were attacked. In addition to Longtang District, the other four battles have ended."

Zuo Qingcang said without hesitation: "Due to the proper planning and careful preparation, we have very little casualties and are mobilizing our strength to pursue the remaining enemies."

"We must prevent the enemy from jumping over the wall in a hurry."

Pang Jun nodded slowly, then looked up at the sky. Although he learned from Zuo Qingcang that he had won a great victory, he was still a little worried: "You guys continue to carry out the mission, I'll go back to the base first."

"yes!"

Zuo Qingcang and Pei Hong clasped their fists to take the order, and then left with their respective subordinates, leaving them neatly without any delay.

Watching everyone from the Tianzi Inspection Institute and the Huangzi Inspection Institute leave, Pang Jun turned to ask a tall middle-aged warrior: "How many people have we sacrificed?"

"Five were sacrificed."

The middle-aged warrior who was usually trusted by Pang Jun frowned and said with a heavy tone: "There are three other people who have been seriously injured. Although they have been sent to the hospital, they may be left with lifelong disability."

Upon hearing this, Pang Jun's cheek muscles twitched.

Each of his direct subordinates is chosen by many people.

He has both strong strength and firm will, and is loyal to him. Even if only one dies, it is an unbearable loss, but now five die at once.

However, Pang Jun understands that this is a price that must be paid.

At least, they won.

"The blood debt must be paid in blood. The sacrificed brothers must be collected and buried. After the storm is completely calmed, a funeral will be held for them, and the enemy's blood and lives will be used to comfort their spirits in heaven."

Pang Jun's voice was low, but every word he spit out exuded a strong murderous aura: "Tell me the order that for the attacker, even if he chased him to the ends of the world, he would still be able to eliminate the roots and kill them all!"

"Subordinate to obey the order!"

*******

"Run!"

"The bastards from the Martial Alliance are catching up!"

"How did they find us? Which bastard missed the news?"

Seven or eight figures ran wildly in the empty alley under the heavy rain, looking back frequently, like a stray dog, looking extremely embarrassed.

Behind these figures, more than ten members of the Martial Arts League gritted their teeth and chased them reluctantly.

The distance between the two sides gradually shortened. Seeing that they were about to be caught up, a figure running in the front roared and said anxiously: "Let's go separate and meet at the beach. There are people there to pick you up. As long as you escape to the high seas, we will be safe!"

As soon as this statement came out, these desperate people scattered in an instant.

They were divided into two groups, one to the left and the other to the right.

Seeing this, the members of the Martial Arts League later exchanged a few words quickly and dispersed. Some people continued to pursue, while others took a detour to block the situation.

The desperate gang running to the right panic and actually broke into a narrow dead end.

Looking at the member of the Martial Alliance who was approaching quickly, a thin and sinister outspoken man swallowed his saliva, clenched the weapon in his hand, lowered his voice and asked his accomplices: "What should I do?"

"What else can I do? Of course I'm fighting with them!"

Another tall outlaw had a ferocious expression and said viciously: "These bastards thought they would be able to get rid of us. If they want to escape, they could only kill them!"

"Fuck them to death!"

Another outlaw raised his long sword and shouted loudly: "A man died and a bird is facing the sky, and he will die for tens of thousands of years. He has a big scar on his head. Eighteen years later, he will be a hero again!"

The three desperate people were ready to move, standing side by side, staring at the members of the Martial Alliance who were getting closer and closer, their muscles were tight, and they were ready to start a sudden attack at any time.

Opposite the three outlaws, five members of the Martial Alliance wearing uniforms pursed their lips, silent, but just slowed down and kept approaching.

Even if the heavy rain pours, it cannot extinguish the turbulent anger in their eyes.

Of course they have reason to be angry.

These evil desperate outlaws are like hyenas fighting for carrion on the prairie. They are endlessly killed and killed. They are even willing to work hard for outsiders for money and become enemies with their own tribes.

"kill!"

I don’t know who took the lead in taking action, but eight figures passed through the rain curtain and collided fiercely.

Roars, collisions, scoldings, screams one after another, and they returned to silence after a few minutes.

Three desperate people were lying on the ground, two of whom had lost their breath of life, and the last one was also miserable, seriously injured and dying.

The five members of the Martial Arts League were covered in blood and supported each other. Although they still didn't speak, their eyes were filled with pleasure.

"Let me go..." The living outlaw raised his head with difficulty and begged in a weak voice.

Hearing this, a member of the Martial Alliance couldn't help but sneer: "I thought you were really not afraid of death."

"Give him some fun, there is no need to waste time on the dying person."

Another member of the Martial Alliance said coldly: "We must continue to fight until all the eyeliners and lackeys of the White Eagle Federation in Beigang City are removed."

"Leave it to me."

The member of the Martial Alliance who had spoken before stepped forward, walked to the living outlaw, grabbed the latter's head, and twisted it without hesitation.

"Click!"

With the sound of bone breaking, the desperate man's neck was twisted into a twisted shape, and his head was rotated 360 degrees, making it difficult for the gods to save him.

After doing all this, the five members of the Martial Arts League turned around and left, and disappeared at the end of the alley in a blink of an eye.

The same thing happened everywhere in Beigang City.

Due to the weather, although the battle was fierce and cruel, it did not cause much sensation, and all the fighting was hidden in the rain.
Chapter completed!